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Post by amberice on Nov 13, 2016 21:26:48 GMT -5
Green blinked in confusion as a man walked right in, wearing perhaps the most interesting stylistic choice he'd ever seen. There was a moment where he legitmately contemplated lowering his weapon to ask the man a series of questions about his rather unique clothing of butterflies, but he decided that would have to wait. Lifting his rifle, he spoke in a soft southern drawl, "Well, I'll consider the dapper gentlemen comment a compliment, but flattery won't save you. Hands up before I put some rather large holes in your torso." Red moved along, keeping watch over the people he'd herded into the corner. Gun swinging at his side and pants riding up just a little too far, he eyed each and every one of them, looking for potential hostages if the need arose. Or even if it didn't. Sometimes it was just nice to have that little extra insurance. Blue watched this entire situation from her perch. She'd spotted the man on the way in, but the traffic and his rather erratic, clumsy movements between the cars had made it rather tricky to get a shot off without alerting the entire neighborhood. Now her line of sight was blocked and she grumbled in annoyance, "Take him out, before he grows more trouble-" She cut herself off, swiveling her gun to follow another figure headed towards the bank, "Yellow, dear, if you've finished with the security system, we're due for a little more trouble of the vigilante persuasion." Yellow looked up from his spot at the camera terminal, as he methodically shut down and erased as much data as he could, "Just need a few more moments, then I'll have the electronic lock on the vault." The others were always in such a hurry, but Yellow's job took time and he knew it. Leaning back, he stole an uneaten donut from a plate nearby, jokingly offering it to the body of the guard slumped on the ground before taking a big bite and getting back to trying to open that vault.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 13, 2016 21:58:58 GMT -5
Teigue was both surprised and horrified that he'd been right: they were color coded. What a world they lived in, where criminals were giving themselves a brand. "Um, doesn't everyone like flattery? Come on, just admit it worked on you a little bit," he laughed, trying not to stare down the barrel of the gun pointed at him. Sure, maybe Teigue wasn't the most mindful of his own mortality, but getting shot probably hurt. Clearing his throat, he shook his head and held his hands in a mock-surrender. "Look buddy, there's just one small tiny itty little microscopic problem with that. I can't let you rob this bank, that's uncool. Not good for the economy and stuff, so I'm gonna have to stop you, sound good?" he grinned, clapping his hands with a dramatic flourish, and at the same time the glass windows behind basically exploded, and boy were there a lot of windows. Okay, maybe he wasn't so good at controlling this thing yet, but it probably looked cool. And hopefully no one got impaled by glass. He toed one of the shards by his feet, tucking his hands into his pockets. Squinting a bit, concentrating harder this time to not explode anything again, he willed the glass shard to lift, and it did. All of them did, hanging in the air like a very, very dangerous piece of modern art. "Now it's my turn to play good cop, bad cop."
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Post by amberice on Nov 13, 2016 22:29:33 GMT -5
Green nearly laughed as this guy seemed far too comfortable with the current situation. But walking in on a bank robbery without any sort of weapons seemed like a very foolish endeavor. He was just about to shoot the cocky little man when the bank exploded, glass falling in cascading sheets as the antique windows that lined the front of the building came crashing down. He reflexively ducked away, eyes widening behind the green mask. Red spun, then immediately searched the crowd and grabbed at a young woman at random, trying to drag her to her feet to press the gun to her head, "Hey! Butterfreak! Stop whatever it is you're doing before I blow her freaking head off!" His bravery lasted just long enough for the glass to begin to levitate, then his hand began to shake slightly. He'd never seen anything like this before, it was unnatural to the point of insanity. Blue watched the entire thing from her vantage point, a slow smile beginning to cross her face. This was far more fun than she'd anticipated. Carefully tracking the action, she radioed the group, "Yellow, you're on vault duty. Clear it on your own, then head to the exit point. Red, hold his attention and stop hyperventilating, it's hurting my ear. Green, open fire and attempt to force him into my line of sight. I don't have much of a shot and I'd prefer not to let this escalate any further." Green complied, leaning out of cover to send a spray of bullets towards the Moth Man.
The small bar was filled with a surprising amount of noise. The chalkboard above the tvs showed some rather impressive odds in favor of the Crayon Crew, but this newcomer had sent the audience into a frenzy. Jackrabbit's was as underground of a bar as one could get, hidden in an abandoned subway tunnel that was not easy to find and even harder to get permission to enter. But those who had been allowed in were treated to good service and even better entertainment. The bartender leaned up against the polished wooden countertop, watching with a disinterested expression. He was merely here to collect on the money when the runs were done, but he'd gotten fairly good at predicting outcomes. And he currently didn't like their boys' odds. Not that it mattered to this crowd. They were there for the action, regardless of the conclusion, though the big money that many placed was worth it. Glancing around the bar, with smoke rising from hidden alcoves and contraband passed around like it was show-and-tell, this was a strange place to be sure. But it suited .his kind of people just fine. Slowly wiping down the bar, he got back to work with the familiar sound of gunfire echoing from the displays that lined the room.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Nov 13, 2016 23:17:18 GMT -5
(Back, sorry)
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Post by amberice on Nov 13, 2016 23:19:26 GMT -5
hey valko, sup?
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 13, 2016 23:35:09 GMT -5
Tessa half-growled as she was yanked to her feet, though went rigid as she felt the cold of a gun pressed against her head. Oh sh-t. This was not the time for all her knowledge of protecting herself to slip away. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands into fists, shaking ever so slightly. Wait. No, that wasn't her shaking. Opening her eyes again, Tess' jaw dropped. This was going to make a great story. Seeing this, seeing the way this butterfly man was acting- it snapped her right back into reality. The reporter who ran head first into danger, and seemed to have little concern for her own life, had taken more than a few self-defense classes. Thanking her body for the muscle memory, in a few motions she had that gun out of Red's hands and aimed instead at his own chest. "Boy, you all picked a rotten day to go robbing. 'Cause I think Sunset City just got its first hero."
Hermes frowned, eyes wide as the glass exploded. Okay, nope. He reeled backwards, instead opting to stand pressed up against the wall closer to the entrance of the adjacent building. He could just talk to that guy after this was all over. Hermes was no hero after all.
Connie clicked her tongue, leaning back in her seat. Feet kicked up on the table, her hands were folded in her lap, gaze glancing between the screens and the board. She should have put more money on the Crayon Crew. Would Blue be mad at her? Probably. It was probably an unspoken rule that if someone vouched for you, it was simply manners to believe in their criminal abilities. She shook her head, moving over towards the bar. "Some draught, don't care what. Surprise me," she said with a wave of her hand. Still a new face around here, she was always careful not to be too friendly or unfriendly.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 13, 2016 23:42:11 GMT -5
[ this lowkey means that Teigue is embarrassing himself on live television. its perfect ]
[ also YOOO ]
Teigue blinked at the guy with the red mask, looking from the gun to the girl. Oh boy. Okay yeah he had to be careful about the actual real living non-criminal people in the bank as well. "Okay whoah, whoah, Butterfreak? Was that like...a Pokemon pun? Because damn," he laughed a little, shaking his head and directing one of the glass shards at the man's hand, hoping to knock the gun free. His aim was rather...questionable, as he wasn't too good at this yet, but the woman dodged out of the way in the same moment and the little glass shard went soaring past her, nearly impaling someone against the wall. Yikes. He hoped he wouldn't get sued for that. He was wearing sunglasses and a hat, hopefully no one would recognize him after this, either. He should've color coordinated! And wait a dang second, had that woman called him a hero? Whoah whoah wohaha- Hearing the sound of gunfire, he whipped his head around in surprise, shards of glass shooting up to 'block' the bullets as they got close, shattering into tiny pieces with each hit. This wasn't exactly his doing, and was a little amazed at the power of his own subconscious to not let him die. Lit. Still got grazed by a few, but lit. He'd ducked reflexively nonetheless, putting a hand atop his head before taking a step closer. "Y'know, it's a real shame, green is my favorite color," he tsked, pointing a finger to Green Mask Dude, and at the gesture every glass shard turned to aim towards him. "Not too late to put those guns away. It's either prison or well...this."
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Post by amberice on Nov 14, 2016 0:10:31 GMT -5
Green and Red were both seriously questioning their life choices. But while Green was actively contemplating surrender, given that the idea of being impaled by thousands of shards of glass was not where he'd hoped his day was going, Red was far less agreeable. And he'd also grown up with two sisters, meaning he had very few qualms when it came to going toe to toe with a woman. Gritting his teeth, he swung one arm at the gun, trying to slap it away before taking a step forwards to try and grab her by the throat. Green saw this and, not about to be outdone by his comrade in red, dove back behind cover and, ducking in and out like any experienced FPS player, began taking shots at Teigue as best he could. Meanwhile, Yellow took his sweet time in back, slowly and methodically combing through bills to look for the tracer packets before neatly lining his bag with stacks of money. Blue did her best to follow the action, wishing she had a better shot at the man threatening her crew, but a miss would mean she'd lose her position and all advantages that came with it. She needed to down him with one shot and he was just in the right spot to make it a little too risky. A step backwards or to either side and she knew she'd be able to get her angle. And Blue could be patient.
The bartender nodded, pulling out a pint glass from under the bar and quickly filling it from one of the taps. Setting it down in front of her, he gave her a long, slow look. She was vaguely familiar, though a fairly new face. He was fairly well versed on the comings and goings of the crowd in this bar, so it was always intriguing when a new client became a regular. Leaning against the bar, he gave her friendly smile, "On the house, you're going to need the cash." She'd bet on the crew and, if his years here had taught him anything, it was what a bad bet looked like. "What's your name, new girl?"
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 14, 2016 0:38:39 GMT -5
Tessa's eyes widened. Okay, she didn't really think this far. What was she supposed to do? First of all, she merely stepped out of the way of his arms, simultaneously trying to avoid the glass. Good thing it seemed to float away at the merest touch. She made a mental note that her next bout of training was going to have to focus on firearms, and how to handle them, because he best knowledge at the moment was Law & Order reruns. "Hey! Hey now, who's the one with the gun here? Play nice, would you?" Maybe provoking the criminals wasn't the best idea, but no one ever said Tess was a good talker in high-pressure situations.
Connie wasn't sure if this was some strange trick question or not. New to criminal-ing in the first place, she was very wary of... well, everyone. So far, her build and resting b- face kept most people away, so far. "Connie," was all she answered. "Thanks. 'll have to tell Blue to try harder and get me money back next time. You think she does reimbursements?"
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Nov 14, 2016 11:18:19 GMT -5
(I am almost done with this class and I'm very behind in the rp. what exactly is going on?)
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 14, 2016 11:32:00 GMT -5
The crayon crew are robbing a bank, butterfly man (teigue) is tryin to stop them, Tessa (my report gal) is stuck in there, Ophelia is off taking pictures in some park, there's an underground criminal bar where the robbery is being played like a weird game show on the tvs And that's about it
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Post by amberice on Nov 14, 2016 22:20:09 GMT -5
Red swore violently at her, practically spitting out the curses as he took a half-step back. This little brat was far too obnoxious for his liking. But he wasn't afraid of her pulling the trigger. The average citizen would hesitate, he was sure of it. Which meant he had a split second window. With a quick motion, his hand snapped into the inside of his jacket, pulling a small switchblade free. The blade flicked out with a small, almost musical sound and he immediately drove it straight towards her chest.
The bartender immediately committed it to memory. It helped that he had a good mind for faces and names, keeping track of the clientele was always important. There had been a near miss in the past with law enforcement and the bosses upstairs weren't keen on any more incidents. Going back to cleaning the bar, he chuckled and shook his head, "I don't think she'd be too keen on the idea. But hey, who am I to try and interpret what goes through that brit's brain?"
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 16, 2016 0:33:58 GMT -5
Now that Teigue was 100% being shot at, he couldn't exactly focus on that other girl, hoping she could take care of things herself until he wasn't about to turn into human Swiss cheese. Besides, she seemed to know her way around a fight already! This time he knew what to expect, and threw up the glass shards himself to at least get the slip on those bullets. It wasn't the most flawless plan, as both glass shards and bullets grazed him left and right, but he wasn't dead yet so he considered that a win at the moment. Making a swift duck behind one of the desks, he popped his head out momentarily and grinned. "You think I only got fancy glass shards to my name? Just watch!" he snickered, stealing a glimpse of Green Mask Guy's rifle for just long enough to focus a bit, and attempt to smack him in the face with his own gun, wearing a smirk the whole time. Really he was just buying time for someone outside to call the police, it wasn't like he could murder them all. Well, he hoped he wouldn't have to but they seemed dangerous! And sharply dressed!
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Post by amberice on Nov 16, 2016 1:32:30 GMT -5
Green grumbled in frustration as he paused to reload. One hand fishing around in his bag for a fresh clip, he hissed quietly through his comm, "Blue, I swear, if you still don't have a shot, I'm making for the do-" His complaint was cut short as his gun bucked in his hands, slamming up and smashing into his nose. There was a rather unfortunate cracking sound as both the plastic mask and his nose broke and he dropped his weapon, letting out a stream of curse words. Both hands came up to clutch his face as blood began to trickle down his chin. There was a brief moment as he contemplated his options, glancing over towards where Red was being held at gunpoint, which was an odd sight to say the least. His options were small armed woman or psychic butterfly man. He chose the armed woman. Turning, he charged across the open floor space to try and tackle her to the ground. Blue watched, looking down the scope. The vigilante's change in position gave her a tiny opening, but it at least was a shot. Lining it up carefully, she eyed her target with practiced precision, then squeezed the trigger, sending the round screaming through the open window and down towards Teigue. Then, she immediately took a step back from the window. Detaching the small camera attached to the rifle's barrel, she set it up on the window sill, then began to dissemble her rifle. Things had gone sideways very quickly and, if the sirens in the distance were any indication, they didn't have long. Stowing everything into her bag, she radioed the others, "Police presence in sixty seconds. Disengage and get to the getaway car." Yellow, who was already leaning against the hood of the sedan they'd stolen to escape in, chuckled, "Already here, Blue. Might be less than sixty, they're moving fast."
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Post by amberice on Dec 10, 2016 19:47:16 GMT -5
i completely forgot this was a thing)
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